(no subject)
I have come to the conclusion that moving is depressing. I keep packing boxes, with little discernible effect. On the other hand, I'm extremely impressed by my ability to compress and organize things into tiny spaces and/or my ability to warp the space/time continuum in interesting ways that allow this apartment to be functionally several times larger than the floorplan says it ought to be. It's probably a good thing we're moving before the management tries to come up with a way to charge for that.